I very much doubt I’ll be writing much poetry, but Mum has suggested I might like to enter the Simon’s Cat poetry competition
So here are 2 of the attempts so far from today. I’m going to keep thinking til entries close on 31 Jan
Simon’s cat pretends not to care
But really he does, it’s all just an air.
He wants Simon to feed him, to stroke and to play,
But now there’s a kitten getting in the way.
Simon’s cat had Simon well-trained:
A bed to sleep on, a food bowl maintained.
Then all of a sudden, he’s not number 1
A kitten appears, (although really quite fun!)